“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” comes the cheering chorus when I storm into my small foyer, glaring around my living room at the other members of my MC and what can only be a half dozen women in varying degrees of undress. I don’t know if they’re professional strippers or just amateurs having a good time, but at least one of them is dancing on Fiasco in my favorite chair like she knows her way around a pole.
“Fuck, thanks guys,” I sigh as I walk on into my house. “I’ve been so far up my own ass the last week I forgot this shit was coming up.”
“Well, we didn’t forget!” Devlin proclaims as he slaps Fiasco on the shoulder. “We would never let an opportunity for a party like this pass us by! Get your ass in here and meet your lovely guests!”
“Or maybe have a drink first,” Nash offers as he holds out a brand-new bottle of Jack Daniels to me, complete with a little, red ribbon. “Take the edge off and relax, man. Things have a way of working out, if you don’t force them too hard.”
“Truer words,” I mumble in an informal toast as I crack open the bottle and take a long pull. “Fuck it,” I mutter when I come up for air. “You’re all here now, so take me around and do the introductions. You girls came all the way out here to see me, so you might as well have a good time!”
Naomi
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Since I can’t sleep anyway, I wait up for when Malcolm would usually get home, and then I gather up my courage, driving over to his house. I have no idea what I’m going to say or how to explain things when I see him again, but I know we have to talk.
When I pull up to his house, I can see his motorcycle is there, along with several others and what looks like a catering van. I really didn’t want to talk to him with any sort of an audience, but I can’t make myself leave without at least seeing him first.
When I walk up the stairs to his screen door, I can hear the music rattling the windows, and it takes several minutes of knocking before he finally throws open the door.
When Malcolm finally answers, he just stands there in shock, looking as though he’s completely lost for words. Finally, he asks, “What are you doing here, Naomi?”
“We need to talk,” I say as I slip inside his small beach house and find several other members of the MC lounging around the living room with mostly naked women draped all over them.
Wow. I mean, I didn’t think he had been celibate for the last few weeks, but knowing Malcolm is sleeping with other women and then seeing it in person is a slap in the face I wasn’t ready for.
“Well?” Malcolm says as he steps in front of where I’m standing completely frozen in place, staring at all of his visitors. “Talk or get naked.” He crowds me until my back hits the foyer wall, and then his hand is on my thigh, snaking its way up underneath my loose summer dress. “I’ll give you three guesses to pick the one I would prefer.”
His words are slurred, and I can smell the stench of alcohol on his breath. Maybe I should leave and come back to do this another time.
No, no, I have to tell him now. I have to tell someone, and he’s all I’ve got. I grab his wrist to stop his hand’s progress before he reaches my panties. Not because I don’t want him touching me there, but because I can’t sleep with him without telling him why I’m here.
“We have to talk,” I reiterate.
“Anything you need to say to me, you can say in front of my boys,” Malcolm replies.
Without letting his wrist go, I drag him back outside to his porch. He staggers but follows me willingly, leaving the front door open. This isn’t the kind of conversation I want others to overhear, so I close it for him.
Before I can figure out what I’m going to say, how to go about telling him this, Malcolm reaches forward and runs his index fingertip along the V-neck of my dress, dipping it into the cleavage. “I’ve missed these titties.”
Of course he missed my body and being able to use it whenever he wanted. Not that I have anything to complain about since I enjoyed being with him too. But he hasn’t said he missed me, the rest of the parts he can’t fuck.
When Malcolm leans forward and runs his warm, wet tongue down into my cleavage, I involuntarily moan as my body lights up all over. Damn him for being so good at distracting me by hijacking my body. The fact that he has hijacked my body in more than one way is what has me putting on the brakes.
“Malcolm,” I say, grabbing both sides of his bearded face to pull up and try to make him stop. But he just cups both of my swollen, sensitive tits in his hands and keeps tonguing my boobs more enthusiastically. “Malcolm, please stop.”
“In a minute,” is what he slurs before his mouth goes back to work, turning up the heat on my hormones so quickly that I get dizzy and stumble a step backward, nearly falling down the steps.
“Malcolm, I’m pregnant!” I exclaim as I tug roughly on his hair to pull his mouth away from my boobs.
That declaration definitely stops him in his tracks.
“You…what?” he asks, his hazy, green eyes meeting mine. God, I really hope he remembers this conversation in the morning, because I don’t know if I can do it again.
“I’m pregnant.”
He stares down at me silently for several seconds, and then laughs. “Get the fuck outta here!” With a wave of his hand, he dismisses my confession, either because he thinks I’m joking or doesn’t give a shit. Only after he pulls out a cigarette, lights it up and takes a drag does he add, “Are you fucking with me, Naomi?”
“No, Malcolm. I’m not fucking with you. I’m pregnant, and it’s yours.”
“No. No fucking way,” he mutters as he sucks on his cancer stick and shakes his head in denial.
“I am. I got sick and I was late, so I took a bunch of tests, and all of them were positive.”
“So, what you’re saying is that you lied to me,” he replies, his face going from slack and horny drunk to narrowed eyed and angry in the blink of my watery eyes.
“What are you talking about?” I ask. “I didn’t lie to you.”
“Yeah, you did,” he says, blowing smoke out of his nose like an enraged bull. “You told me you were on the pill, and you weren’t.”
“Yes, I was on the pill,” I assure him. “You saw them! I just…I missed one the night you brought me home and then was late the next night because of the fight when I was too pissed at you to remember to go home and get them!”
“Right. You just forgot to take them,” Malcolm clips out sarcastically. “And even after you ‘forgot’ to take them, you still told me to fucking come inside of you!”
“I had never missed any pills before…I didn’t think it was a big deal as long as I eventually took them!”
“You didn’t know that, if I filled your pussy with cum, you would get knocked up, and then I would be on the hook for fucking child support for the next eighteen goddamn years?” he yells at me.
“I didn’t do this on purpose, Malcolm,” I tell him as tears roll down both of my cheeks.
“Oh, bullshit!”
“I didn’t!” I scream at the top of my lungs. “And I don’t want your money! That’s not why I’m here telling you! I’m telling you, because…because you’re going to be his or her father, you drunk asshole!”